Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

They reached the edge of Zone 7B at dawn.

The trees thinned, giving way to shattered roads and skeletal buildings half-buried in ash. The wind smelled like chemicals and regret. H-13 checked his internal map and stopped beside a rusted signpost.

"This was once the Halloway Medical Research Hub," he said. "One of the blacksite facilities used by VIREX. Off the books. Off the map."

Juno narrowed her eyes. "You brought us here on purpose."

He didn't deny it.

"This is where Dr. Marcus was stationed," H-13 said. "Your doctor."

Juno froze.

Dr. Marcus.

She hadn't heard his name in years. Not since she'd escaped VIREX's custody. He was kind. Too kind. Always asking questions the others ignored. She'd trusted him once—right before the betrayal.

They moved into the ruins.

What remained of the lab was buried beneath the earth, accessible only through a half-collapsed elevator shaft. They descended into darkness on makeshift ropes, landing in a corridor caked with mold and dust.

H-13 led the way to a sealed server room.

"His logs might still be intact," he said. "Encrypted, of course. But worth it."

They powered the backup generator using salvaged cells. Lights flickered. Screens buzzed to life. And one by one, files decrypted.

PROJECT ANASTASIA — SUBJECT: JUNO

Cognitive regeneration. Synthetic trauma partitioning. Bio-adaptive survival logic.

"What is this?" Juno whispered, scrolling through lines of fragmented logs.

Log 47: Subject shows resilience beyond projection. Emotional pain appears to amplify survival instinct. Request denied to suppress memories. I disagree. Pain defines her. It makes her real.

Shade frowned. "He was protecting you."

Then came the last video file. Grainy footage. Dr. Marcus, eyes bloodshot, speaking into the lens.

"If you're seeing this… it means I failed. Juno, they turned your pain into code. Your memories into a weapon. Every flashback, every nightmare—it's not dysfunction. It's design. They made you a living archive. A key."

"They can't open the Genesis Vault without you. That's why they're still hunting. That's why Yssel won't stop."

Juno stared at the screen, her hands shaking.

"I'm not a survivor," she whispered. "I'm a trigger."

Behind them, H-13 downloaded the last of the logs.

"Marcus didn't betray you," he said. "He tried to destroy the data. Yssel framed him. But he locked away a backup of your original memory state in a neural capsule... hidden inside someone you trusted."

Juno's eyes narrowed.

"Who?"

Before H-13 could answer, alarms blared.

Motion sensors lit up—multiple lifeforms approaching fast.

Shade loaded his rifle.

"No time for questions. Time to move."

They ran from the lab, but Juno didn't look back.

She didn't need to.

The doctor's secret was out.

And she was the fuse.